The White Buffalo - The Pilot, аккорды

Verse 1:
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I wish I was pilot, 
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Soaring over everyone and everything.
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Look at the landscape 
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What a peaceful tiny scene  

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Staring over the skyline  
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Oh I feel the blue dancing on my wings  
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Turn off the engine 
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Imagine what tomorrow brings  

Chorus:
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The time we wont delay 
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Take it from the other side 
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Born and lost but its a one more time to get my fill 
         
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Of this old forgotten thrill, this life  

Verse 2:
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I wish I was a fighter pilot 
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Soaring over everyone and everything 
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Through the smoke and fire 
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Imagine the hell I'd bring  

Chorus:
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The time we wont delay 
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Take it from the other side 
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Born and lost but its a one more time to get my fill 
         
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Of this old forgotten thrill, this life  

Interlude: 
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Bridge:
         
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But it's cold, lost and shame      
                            
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We need to wash it all out,
                         
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we need to wash it all away 
                 
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Now the story's old But its all been told 
            
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I wish that I  I wish id fly Alright!  

Verse 3:
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I wish I was an outlaw 
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Spend my life kicking ass and takin' names 
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There would be no love lost 
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Town to town killin' dreams 
(or: Time to start killin' things (haha))

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The lines they turn to gray 
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Take it from the inside 
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Born and lost but its a one more time to get my fill 
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Of this old forgotten thrill, this life  
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А one more time to get my fill
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Of this old forgotten thrill, this life